Achmed Abdullah

Achmed Abdullah

Summary

Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah Framed at the Benefactors Club… (1913)

Of fine old New York stock and immense wealth, and with a slightly provincial civic pride which had its roots in the days when New York was New Amsterdam, when people imported their liquor from Holland, when wild turkeys flopped their drab wings between Broadway and the Bronx, and when the Gadsby's had their country estate in the eventual neighborhood of Sixth Avenue and Twenty-ninth Street, he had gone in for local politics on leaving college as a simple matter of duty, because, as he put it, he was an American, a New Yorker, and a rich man.
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah Framed at the Benefactors Club… (1913)

Ogilvie poured himself another drink and tossed it down neat.
Bob,” he continued, “you're up against something brand-new. You will have to let me go—a man accused of murder, guilty by every last particle of direct evidence. You'll have to let the accused go, so that he can play detective and find the real murderer.”
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah Framed at the Benefactors Club… (1913)

Montress D. Clapperton, the president of the Benefactors Club, who—the hunchback, came Ogilvie's silent comment—had run out, a few minutes before the stranger's get-away, to fetch the police. Several of the club members had received minor injuries. Mr. Cornelius van Alstyne had been hit by a chair; Mr. Leopold Fischer had a black eye, besides having his clothes torn; while Captain Jeremiah Blount, Mr. Holister Welkin, and Mr, Audley R. Chester—addresses given in each case—had been wounded by a carving knife which the assassin had picked up.
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